Many flavors of WTF, son. All sorts of odd folk on the train here. Loud idiots, weird power people, and some guy whose breath smells like butt.
Seriously every exhale of his smells like a fart and I feel bad for him.
Not sure where my loyalties lie these days. Should look for work in Maine. Why? I've never been to that state.
Spring is here yo.
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